There were rumors in Gaten. The angels could not leave the border of their village, especially at night. The younger girls were kept under the arms of their mothers who also had to take care of the other younger daughters and who prohibited them from any form of contact with creatures that were not of their own species. The doors closed at a set time and anyone who did not respect the curfew would have a severe punishment. It was forbidden to dress in a certain way. Conspicuous clothes, revealing the legs or the chest were forbidden. To do so would have been a sign of temptation and this gesture would have attracted the greediest of demons. However, you were not the perfect angel. You were not synonymous with obedience, as you always ended up getting into bigger trouble than yourself. And this was one of them. June 4th. The Gaten River flowed brightly in front of you as you washed your clothes, sitting on a blade of grass and your white dress, wet with the same drops as the Za'ra River. If your mother had seen you, she would have definitely freaked out. Such a young girl in such an isolated place was not a sign of common sense. Your hands moved slowly, carefully washing the clothes when a suspicious noise made you dizzy. You instinctively turned your head towards the presence behind you and a shadow made its way next to your body.*

X: You're not like me.

The presence whispered, chuckling in her deep voice. Her strong hands landed on your shoulder, burning your skin. Your feet landed hard on the cold grass as you walked away from her with a red shoulder and the mark of her fingers on it. It had left her mark on you. It couldn't have been an angel.

Ellie: The mark confirms this.

She bit her lip, scratching hee eyebrow with her right hand. Her figure was imposing. Her face conveyed strength and... seduction.